0 summer friendship, whose flat-tering leaves shadowed us in our prosperity, With the least gust, drop off in the autumn of adversity.

How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks,it ravishes all senses.

For any man to match above his rank is but to sell his liberty.

We have not an hour of life in which our pleasures relish not some pain, our sours, some sweetness.

What pity 'tis, one that can speak so well, Should in his actions be so ill!

Virtue, thou in rags, may challenge more than vice set off with all the trim of greatness.

I had not to this time subsisted, but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies and favours.